Book Blitz ~Tapped by Cora Cade

One night is all she wanted.Georgia Burke is on a mission to find a sexy one night stand. After she catches
her cheating ex with her friend, in Georgia’s apartment no less, she visits her
brother in his sleepy lakeside town to regroup. Her first night at Fox Lake and
she finds the Drunken Duck pub and puts her plan into motion. Almost.Will Calder is looking for the real deal. He’s done with the short-term flings
and wants to find a woman ready for everything he has to offer. Will’s
determined to show Georgia more than just a single night of debauchery and
he’ll do everything in his power to keep her close.

Georgia’s going to find Will’s idea of the perfect woman isn’t what she
expected. She’ll have to face her own insecurities to land the sexy contractor
or settle for the vacation fling she anticipated.

Warning: Contains a curvy woman with a geeky streak and the contractor out to
win her heart. Expect a sexy romp with a man who knows how to work with his
hands.

Georgia Burke slipped a hand
down her hip, smoothing her favorite skirt in place as the summer breeze
whipped across the lake.The last thing
she needed was to flash the Drunken Duck patrons on the patio a look at her
girly bits.Granted, they were covered
in her sexiest pair of cream lace panties, and she was here to pick up a hot
man to do the dirty with, but her newfound brazen spirit only went so far.

If she was
lucky it would actually survive until she ordered a drink at the bar.

Georgia’s confidence
crumbled as she made her way to the front entrance of the pub and a group of
guys on the patio started laughing. Two
pointed at her and the third whipped his head around to see her. They all had classically good looks, short
hair and lean muscles behind fitted t-shirts.
Young. They snickered at her
expense again, but she squared her shoulders and moved into the interior of the
pub.

Fuck them
and their frat boy mentality.

Women came
in all shapes and sizes, and if they expected every female to fit their version
of sexy, they were going to be sorely mistaken when they got out in the real
world.

Georgia put
a little extra swing into her walk as she gathered her confidence again. She had great tits and a curvy build with no
shame in showing off. It might’ve taken
years to find that confidence, only to have it knocked back by her last
boyfriend, but she wasn’t letting any man dictate how she felt about herself
ever again.

Fuck that
and fuck them.

And with
that final thought, she took her size sixteen ass straight to the mahogany bar
and ordered a very nice local craft beer on tap. The little pixie behind the bar served it up
without fuss and started Georgia a tab.

While she
was sipping at her beer and scoping out the crowd, a body bumped into her right
arm. The beer splashed down the front of
her fitted, white shirt, highlighting the lace bra underneath for anyone to
see. After setting her half empty beer
down, Georgia turned to face the guy who had yet to apologize or acknowledge he
was most definitely in her personal space.
It might be a Friday night on the lake, but it was still relatively
early and the place wasn’t busting at the seams yet.

It was one
of the college boys from the patio. He
had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, staring down Georgia’s top but never
really looking at her face.

“Nice
rack for a fat chick.”

Before she
could speak up, the petite bartender scooped up her glass and handed over a
stack of bar napkins. “Apologize to
the lady.”

“It
was an accident.”

The
bartender, all five feet nothing of her, leveled the kid across from her with a
glare that could melt the skin off his face and said, “Acting like a dick
in my bar will get your ass kicked out.
Now apologize.”

“Babe,
this isn’t even your bar. And I’m a
paying customer. No one’s kicking me out.”

Georgia
raised a lone eyebrow at the kid’s audacity, but the bartender across from her
just threw her head back and laughed.
And laughed some more.

When she
dropped her head back down there wasn’t any lingering humor on her face. She was all business and looked a little bit
deadly.

“That
mountain standing behind you,” she lifted a finger to point at a very
severe, and very large, man that appeared behind the frat boy, “is my
husband.”

“Molly?”

Georgia did
a double take when the massive man slapped a hand down on the kid’s
shoulder. He was tall, well over six
feet, built like a brick house, and completely bald. Dead sexy as well. But that was all secondary to how quickly the
frat boy paled when he turned to face Molly’s husband.

“Cal,
be a doll and show this dick and his friends off the property.”

The kid
sputtered as Cal led him away with a firm grip without another word.

Georgia
turned around and faced Molly behind the bar.
“Thanks, but you didn’t have to kick anyone out because of
me.”

Molly
frowned. “Honey, those fucking
clowns needed to go. They’re predators
and it was just a matter of time before Cal throat punched them. It was my pleasure.”

Even though
she smiled, Georgia didn’t know what to say in response to that, so she just
started to mop up her wet shirt.

“You
vacationing here? Haven’t seen you
around before.”

“My
brother lives here and I’m house sitting while he’s road tripping with my
nephew. I just got in this afternoon.”

“You’re
Dane Burke’s kid sister? Georgia,
right?”

Georgia’s
head snapped up. “You know
Dane?”

Molly
shrugged. “Small town. He’s neighbors with a good friend of
mine. Nice guy. Great kid.”

“Yeah,
they’re both pretty great.”

“Welcome
to Fox Lake.” She paused, placing a
fresh beer down. “Your neighbor in
the bungalow is Emma Rae, and her man is Gabe.
You let any of us know if you need something while you’re here.”

Georgia
nodded, then sat back and took in the petite woman. Small town hospitality at its finest. She might actually like it here. “I appreciate that. I’m a little out of
my element right now.”

Molly
leaned forward and rested her arms on the bar before speaking. “Stop back in through the week
sometime. It’s typically quieter, and
I’ll buy you a drink. We’re going to be
friends, chick.”

Georgia let
a slow smile spread across her face.
“I’d like that, Molly.”

“Good. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Crowds going to be picking up
soon.” She slapped a hand down on
the bar before walking away.

Georgia
scanned the area again. It looked like
everyone was paired off or in groups. So
much for her grand plan to score a hot guy for some dirty sex. It was probably a dumb idea anyway. Just because you found your jerk boyfriend
sticking it in your friend, in your bed, and in your apartment, doesn’t mean
snapping up a random dude at a bar was a good idea.

But it
definitely sounded like fun.

Author Bio

Nestled away in a small Ohio town, Cora spends her days
surrounded by cornfields, her husband, and her three rotten dogs. She writes
small town romances that give you fierce heroines and strong, stand-up guys.